A Talentless Mage Devours a Disaster-Class Future - Chapter 49

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Episode 49

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『Growth Status』
Name : Aion Iscar
Intelligence (INT) : F++
Wisdom (WIS) : F++
Mana (MANA) : E-
Perception (SEN) : E-
Vitality (VIT) : E-
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【Flame : …Finally.】
【Earth : Well, this much is worth acknowledging.】
【Life : Aion, congratulations! You’ve finally reached Tier 2!】
【Lightning : Hehehehe! But your intelligence and wisdom are still a mess! What a dimwit!!】
【Earth : Shut it, Lightning. This is when you offer encouragement.】

Aion lay in bed, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fist while murmuring to himself.

“Have I… really changed?”

【Magic : You have.】
【Flame : By how much? The numbers don’t really tell me anything.】
【Water : It’s only a single tier difference, when you think about it.】

Magic countered Water’s remark.

【Magic : A bird that succeeds in flight for the first time sees not the forest tomorrow, but the sky.】
【Earth : Tch, look at you waxing poetic.】

The Aspectals soon shifted to another topic.

【Flame : But about all this—didn’t you just pour too much effort into that mock assessment?】
【Life : That’s right. I’m so worried about you, Aion. You’re not planning to spend half the semester bedridden, are you?】

Life’s words prompted the Aspectals to each add their thoughts.

【Flame : The boy just pushes himself needlessly hard.】
【Earth : Well, what do you expect? It must be important work to him. How would you know? You never stood out like this during your school days.】
【Flame : What? Aren’t we all in the same boat? It’s obvious—every last one of us only shined at the end of our lives.】
【Earth : Even so, during my school days I had some popularity thanks to my looks, or so I’d like to think.】
【Flame : Oh, really? Well, whether it’s you or me, we’re both just Aion anyway—it’s six of one, half a dozen of the other.】

Water stepped in to mediate between the two.

【Water : Don’t exhaust yourselves pointlessly. The boy’s already bedridden—your bickering will only delay his recovery.】
【Flame : Ugh….】
【Earthen: Hmm….】

Life redirected the conversation smoothly.

【Life: That’s right. After all, isn’t our purpose the same? To see Aeon grow safely into an Archmage.】
【Flame: Then should we cultivate a new spell to mark reaching the second tier?】
【Aqua: But won’t Yggdrasil grant the spell anyway? I’m not sure training is even necessary. Do you know how much time this dullard needs just to grasp a new spell?】
【Earthen: The gap between first-tier and second-tier magic is heaven and earth. It’ll take a month just to comprehend it.】
【Life: You can’t keep standing at the crossroads of fate every time. That’s a terrible idea. Think about how many times Aeon has brushed with death….】

Safety and growth.
Neither could be sacrificed.

【Life: This won’t work at all. What if someone took the lead?】
【Mageddon: Not a bad idea.】
【Life: Eight minds can’t always agree, so this time we follow one person’s will.】
【Flame: Sounds like a good plan.】
【Earthen: I agree.】
【Thunder: Hehehehe! I’m fine with anything!】

They began deliberating in earnest.

【Earthen: Fundamentals first!! That’s what matters. We need to nail the basics. There are too many rough edges. His grounding is worse than a grasshopper leaping across a field.】
【Flame: Never mind basics. The firepower is the problem right now. Meltdown isn’t supposed to be this pathetic. If it couldn’t even breach Gareth’s dome, I’d have died of rage first!】
【Thunder: Leave it to me! Me! Hehehehe!】
【Life: How about we enhance his overall physical capabilities first? Magic is important, but Aeon’s body has been overworked in such a short time. He needs time to recover.】

The Singularities’ discussion continued until Aeon was discharged.

And after hearing all the Singularities’ opinions, Aeon opened his mouth to make his choice.

“The Singularity who will take charge of my training for now is….”

Gulp—

The sound of a throat swallowing.
The Singularities were staking their pride on something utterly trivial.

***

Just one day after Aeon’s discharge, in the afternoon.

Exion’s central plaza was a wide outdoor space surrounded by buildings on all sides.
On the second floor of each building were connecting passages to adjacent structures, and from them one could overlook the entire plaza.

Renar stood in the middle of that plaza, gnawing at his fingernails.

“Damn it… Damn it, damn it, damn it….”

Renar’s face had gone ashen as he paced the plaza.
Mark sat perched on a nearby bench, watching him.

“Calm down.”
“Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down! We’re in serious trouble right now! Hell, this plan was insane from the start! Didn’t you know that if that bastard didn’t die from the shock, we’d end up like this? We’re finished… absolutely finished!”
“Lower your voice, Renar. Getting angry won’t solve anything.”
“Huff… huff….”

Renar labored to calm himself, breathing hard like a cornered beast, but it wasn’t working.

Fortunately, there were no students nearby, so no one was around to overhear their conversation.

“And even if the truth comes out, what would it matter?”
“…You’re joking, right? This is Exion. Even if it’s just a dispute between students, what we’ve done….”
“I know, we crossed the line. But what’s the problem? I am Mark de Senelle. If we mobilize our family’s influence, it’ll be more than enough.”
“Still… this is a violation of school rules.”
“Not all violations are created equal. It’ll end with nothing worse than a reprimand or a warning at most. I’ll tell Father to pressure the Exion professors who receive our family’s patronage. What can a student council do if our house moves?”

Renard’s rigid expression softened slightly.

“…Really? You mean it?”
“Yes, so please just stay quiet.”

That was when it happened.

Step—

Step—

Two figures in precisely tailored robes were walking toward them from across the way.

The moment Renard saw them, his breath caught in his throat and he made no sound.

“We’re from the student council office.”

The ominous premonition had come true.
Renard’s face went rigid.

“The student council… what brings you….”
“Surely you understand, Student Renard.”
“N-now isn’t a good time, could we do this later….”
“Renard de Valois. Don’t make us repeat ourselves.”

Renard glanced back at Mark.
Mark’s gaze was turned downward.

Step, step.

“Ugh….”

Renard’s footsteps ceased as he was led across the square by the student council members.

A man conversing with several students at the edge of the square sensed their presence and turned his head.

“…Hm?”

A middle-aged mage.
Neat robes. A scar crossing one eyebrow.

The gentle smile he had worn while speaking with the students slowly faded the moment his eyes met Renard’s.

“Director Lucas. Here is the student.”

The student council member bowed shortly.
Lucas spoke gently to the students.

“I’m afraid I’ve just remembered some urgent business. Let’s continue our talk another time, shall we?”
“Yes, Professor Lucas!”
“Heh heh heh….”

The students answered brightly and left the spot.

And Lucas walked toward Renar slowly.

Step.

With each stride closer, the weight pressing down on the air grew heavier.

Step.

“Ugh….”

Renar found himself stepping backward before he caught himself and stopped.

Lucas came to stand before him and spoke in a low, measured voice.

“So you’re Renar de Valois.”
“…Yes, sir.”

Lucas looked Renar up and down, then clicked his tongue.

“Every single year, vermin like this slips through. Does the admissions office not have eyes in their heads?”

The adjutant following behind spoke carefully.

“Director. It might be best to handle this internally, so as not to create an awkward situation for the other students….”

Lucas kept his gaze fixed on Renar as he spoke.

“Hmm? Is there any need? I’d rather not share the same air as trash like this for another moment.”
“…Then let’s expedite the disciplinary action, sir.”

Swish—

Lucas drew a scroll from his robes and unrolled it.

“Elcion School Statutes, Article Seven. Willful harm against any member of the school community is strictly forbidden, and punishment shall be administered according to the severity of the offense.”

He slowly rolled up the scroll and looked at Renar.

“Renar de Valois. This office has confirmed that during the Bosco combat evaluation, you unlawfully disabled the pain-suppression limiters on a soul-projection apparatus and inflicted damage equivalent to serious bodily injury upon a fellow student.”
“I… I never did such a thing…!”

Lucas cut him off.

“I trust the investigator’s findings far more than I trust the lies spilling from your mouth and the cunning festering in your heart.”

Renar’s jaw clenched shut.

“The final magical signature detected tampering with Aeon Iscar’s soul-projection pain threshold was confirmed to be yours. Denial will avail you nothing.”

Further protest seemed pointless.

Renar’s eyes flickered toward Mark. Mark answered with a brief nod of reassurance.

It’ll be fine. Something like this will probably just be a suspension.

At that response, Renar bit his lip for a moment before bowing his head.

“…I accept the charges.”

The tension drained from his shoulders.
Confinement or academic probation weren’t to his liking either, but what choice did he have?

“But here’s the thing….”

Lucas continued.

“Have you visited the Third Breeding Ground recently?”

Crack!

Goosebumps erupted across Renar’s entire body.
His mind began to spin with terrifying speed.

This… this isn’t right.
Everything is spiraling in the wrong direction.

The soul projection apparatus case he could admit to. That would end with confinement or probation.

But the fact that the breeding ground was being mentioned now….

He spun around desperately to look at Marc.

…….

Marc’s expression hardened like stone for the first time.

Lucas opened his mouth slowly.

“An anonymous informant has submitted evidence. Quite conclusive evidence, so there’s no escape route. The act of deliberately luring students to the Third Breeding Ground and exposing them to Salamanders—this constitutes attempted murder of a special nature.”

Renar’s legs began to tremble.
He looked like he might lose control at any moment.

“Th-that is….”

In that moment, Marc turned his head slowly.
Without meeting Renar’s eyes.

At that gesture, Renar lost all reason and began to shriek.

“Marc made me do it! Marc ordered me to do iiiiiit!!!!”

His screams echoed across the central plaza.
The students passing through stopped dead in their tracks.

“It was all Marc de Seniel’s orders! I didn’t do it alone! He told me to! That bastard told me to!!!”
“Stop spouting nonsense! When did I ever—”

Marc’s fists clenched tight as he pressed back.
His usual cold, calculating demeanor had vanished without a trace.

“When did I ever order something like that!? It was all you! All your doing! Why are you pinning this on me?”
“Don’t lie! You ordered all of it! The Aion Iscar case! The breeding ground! Everything!!”

***

An old, worn longcoat. A crumpled hat.

Inspector Raven stood with his back against the wall of a connecting corridor that overlooked the plaza.
At his feet, Bark sat quietly.
Down in the plaza below, Renar and Mark’s voices clashed back and forth.

“…….”

Raven stroked his chin, gazing down at the scene.

“Students these days are terrifying, I tell you. Look at those two serpents coiled together, snapping at each other’s throats.”

Woof! Woof!

Bark barked sharply.

“……I know, I know. Truth is, I’m not scared of them at all. What’s really frightening is….”

Raven adjusted his hat brim with an awkward tug.

A memory from days past surfaced.
That student from Exion who’d come seeking him out.

— I was hoping you might investigate the traces left in the Third Enclosure.

It couldn’t have been bolder.

— Why should I? I’m already swamped investigating the dormitory fire incident.

Aion crossed his arms and stepped back smoothly.

— Then you’ll find yourself far busier. After all, a useful collaborator withdrawing from this matter would certainly complicate things.

An audacious request.
Or rather, something closer to blackmail.

— You’re confident that you’re useful to me? Truly? I wonder why?

Aion Iscar answered with perfect composure.

— Otherwise, the Inspectorate wouldn’t have proposed cooperation with me in the first place. If anyone stands to lose, it isn’t me. It’s you, sir.

A relentless one, that boy.
Long after securing evidence, Aion had instructed him to hold off on submission.

— Why shouldn’t we submit the evidence at once?
— Because at this level, they could slip away by claiming it was merely a prank gone too far. Or invoke their family’s influence. They won’t stop here—they’ll certainly do something more.
— So you mean to use yourself as bait, then? Why go so far as that?

Aion answered tersely.

— I’m not the sort who can sleep peacefully after discovering a viper coiled beneath the bed.

Even if bitten, I would find it and remove the threat entirely.

Just then, Lucas’s voice rang out across the plaza below, pulling Raven from his reverie.

“Renar de Valois. Following the Student Affairs Office’s deliberation, we have determined the severity of this offense to be grave, and thus impose the highest level of discipline. Accordingly, this student shall be….”
“Wait, just a moment. That’s a lie… no….”

Student Affairs Director Lucas declared with absolute finality.

“Expelled.”
“No, no, no, noooo!”

Renar’s scream-like shout followed, and Mark continued to deny any connection with him.

The plaza erupted into chaos once more.

“Well… it really did go according to plan.”

Despite the uproar, Raven turned his gaze toward the connecting corridor across the way.

There, leaning against the railing, stood a male student looking down at the plaza with an expressionless face.

Aeon Iscar.

After confirming the punishment handed down to the Viper, he withdrew his gaze from the plaza and slowly disappeared.

As though he had nothing whatsoever to do with any of it.

Raven muttered softly to himself.

“…That guy is genuinely terrifying.”

Bark merely looked up at him without barking.

The Talentless Mage Devours a Calamitous Future — Chapter 49

Author
Wang Mozi
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yeon
Cover Art
Dali

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